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My mother was a Seal Point

So they say

All right

An open pot of powder

On a tray

That might

Persuade this inky coat just

For a day

Or night

To be my mother's image

Anyway

The sight

Of half a box of powder

Gone astray

How light

Too late, look at the carpet

There it lay

Not quite

The lot, enough to cover

Just half way

Off white

Discovered all too early

What a day

A plight

However to explain it

Or to pay

A slight

Apology for wasting

Perhaps I may

Be bright

And win her round by purring

As I lay

At night

All snug and clean once more and

All too gay

Incite

The old forgiveness for me

And I'll say

Despite

The mischief that I do it's

Only play

Goodnight.